Asmodeus glared at the woman, and yet whenever their eyes met, she showed a confused, forlorn expression. He couldn't make heads or tails of it, but the event was starting, and there was nothing he could do now. From the start, he knew it wouldn't be easy; learning it might be a trap changed nothing.
"Nerim, whatever happens tonight, don't leave my side—?!"
However, as he spoke, the floor shook as if an earthquake started, and each of the crystal seats flickered with the condensed mana in the air. As he looked around, only a few others in the front row looked confused or curious.
Meanwhile, the powerful auras he detected earlier sat with calm smiles filled with greedy delight.
"We hope you enjoy the mystical and renowned Auction of the Blood Moon."
With the four women's voices, a thunderous noise echoed, and with several mechanical clicks, the crystal seats began to lift from the ground.
That's when he reached for Nerim.
Bzzzt!
